Tag: writing

  • Wandering Off

    “Don’t wander off.  I’ll be done in just a few minutes and we’ll need to leave quickly after that.  Got it?”  I looked at my sister and waited for her to acknowledge me.  She was looking for our mother – she always was these days.  “She’s not here,” I said softly.  “She never liked coming…

  • Suspect

    I suspected Angela of cheating the first day she showed up in our math class. And I was desperate to get into her good graces. Not only was I desperate for a friend, I was also desperate for a passing grade in Calculus. If I didn’t pass Calculus, I would not graduate. If I did…

  • Lost Memory

    I no longer believed Rory’s memory and I no longer believed he would act appropriately. At first, I did really believe he was suffering from short term memory loss and was on the road to recovery. Then Thursday happened.  My afternoon meeting had been cancelled and was able to leave the office earlier than normal.…

  • The Ruins

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  I knew I was in for a treat when we got to the ruins. The ruins were everything I had ever dreamed of, but was confident I would never see. Since I quit my job last year, I never thought I would be here. I hadn’t been able to force myself…

  • Rough Around The Edges

    “He’s a little rough around the edges. I wonder what she sees in him.” Adiran leaned back onto the park bench and stared at the couple on the other side of the park. As he sipped his Starbucks coffee, I realized I was becoming someone I didn’t know anymore. Much less understand why I thought…

  • Dropped Coffee

    Jackson came busting into the room like he owned it.  I dropped my coffee onto the floor, but managed to move my already broken toe out of the way just before my mug shattered on top of it.  “What-” I managed to stutter with hot black coffee dripping down my legs. Without a word, Jackson…

  • Setting them Free

    The circus came back to town the day I was supposed to leave.  I needed to get away from nowhere and anywhere Texas. I knew I would be held back by my family name – Taylor was a common enough last name, but in and around Georgetown it was the “Oh, you’re part of THAT Taylor…

  • The Ultimate Horror

    My mother showing up at school was my ultimate nightmare.  She never could hold her tongue and always lost her mind over the smallest slight or inconvenience.  She was the main reason I hardly asked my friends to come over to my house. Whenever I did, she always made the night about her and everyone…

  • Lost at Sea

    When Jaren ran away, I knew things would go downhill.  And fast.  He was the glue that held our group together and his absence was shocking.  I found myself drifting like I was lost at sea without an anchor.  I didn’t know what to do or where to go. Until today, I hadn’t realized how…

  • Power and Beauty

    My sister was very good at getting everything she wanted.  She used her beauty to wow those around her into doing exactly what she needed.  She was smart and beautiful and had the confidence to lead them on.  And the ability to never feel remorse over her actions. Me? I was the homely and kind…